Sirens blare... Chaos everywhere... Search lights scorch the night... Over the wall we ascend... Prison break... Mass escape... We disperse like lightning bugs... They can't catch us all ! Strength in mob numbers as we dash headlong toward the dream of freedom... All the tasty beastly pleasures of the flesh to be savored and devoured... Rum and lust dominate... Indulgences to satiate... We be free to choose our moral poison but freedom is never free.. It comes with chains attached... Like a tenacious vice choking off our fantasy life... Those lingering consequences... The residue of self destruction... In the end it all went wrong... Choice destroyed us... Sensory overload brought us down... Prison was where we belonged all along...
Ahh..the excess of freedom & the ones that take advantage of said freedom. You be a witty fella. I love this!
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